About

About me: I'm 20, my name is Dean Harvey Johnson III, i am dating a realy sweet and beautiful girl named natasha, i am in the Army National Guard, my MOS is Chemical 74 D. Hooah! ARMY STRONG! My life consist of working, coming home and relaxing when i can and chilling. I love intelligent and mature conversation and having a good time. I am what most conservative people would call Liberal, and what most Liberal People would call a recovering conservative. I love Honda's and I drive one everyday, I own a Acura Integra LS B-18, 5 speed. Great car love it. I want to give a shout-out to some of the people that are my special friends and hold a special place in my heart, a.) My Family-For supporting me in my decisions, c.) for all of my other friends who jus totally rok my world.


Did I mention that I like two write poetry? Here is my latest poem. It is one of my Free Verse Poems.
Flesh Wound Soul Wound
Current mood: intense

The ghost of myself I don't understand, or is it the ghost of my soul inside of me? This I cannot answer, to myself or to another soul, living or dead. All I know is confusion of the human form inside me. I feel a crushing weight on the chest of my invisible self. The familiar pair of chilling hands chokes the air from the brain within the reaches of my soul. The fascination with the one who takes souls to their place of "after death" scares me, yet torments me with dark pleasure. I try to quench this torment with objects and illusions of temporary relief. This only sickens my soul and kills the illusion of the good I thought I had in me. The cut to this mortal flesh of skin and bone heals and makes a void bigger than was there was before. Who am I really? Is this ghost inside me who I really am? Is this body that I can touch and feel every day just an illusion of reality? A stoned soul once said, "The mind is an illusion made by the twisted soul of man to explain the travesties committed by himself and his fellow man every moment of their waking life in consciousness." I think that this might be true, but then how can I think this is true if I use my mind to think with? Do I use the mind of my fleshly body, or do I start the gears of my cold heart that lies deep in the ghost within my mortal shell of flesh? The crushing on my soul seeks to kill me even in my moments of physical comatose. The Drifting of my mind doesn't stop even when my body seeks a time known as sleep. The one known as the reaper.........is it he that seeks my soul? Is it insanity that is crawling around my scalp attempting to claim me? Is it a soul from a reality not known to man? Is it God who is hunting me relentlessly? Is it a form of life from a world or reality other than my own? So many questions that I cannot answer, and I dare not trust anyone else to try to answer my questions. People like machines believe and say what they are programmed to believe and say. The few humans throughout history that dared to rise against what they were programmed to believe, are now painted as lunatics or heroes who died by the hand of lunatics. Even if information were to be sought from another mortal soul to quench the questions inside me, how true can it be when they, like myself are in the same reality that I am in, and always have been in? Like myself, they to without doubt or question, have a torment that they cannot be rid of, whether they ever admit it or not. So what is the answer to these questions and occurrences? To question reality or just to give my "mind" and soul to instinct like an animal? This is not an easy thing to do because it goes against the very core of my programming. This goes against the very crucial law of my nervous system. But............ this crushing pain and lack of life-giving air is a thing I don't know how long I can endure. It is a torment I think has driven others into the afterlife by means of oneself or another, only to find that it haunts them there as well. Is this a Flesh Wound or a Soul Wound? I still find myself where I began. Like a maze that comes to a complete circle. I will again recede into the dark corridors of my mind and try to again evade the monster that hunts me and my soul.......................... -Dean Harvey Johnson III